Post by whatwouldyousuggest on Oct 25, 2017 10:47:21 GMT -6
I always just swiped JC's thread for this...but I've been pondering more lengthy thoughts lately and she might want to use her thread for her own. Thank you for sharing. Oh and this is MY thread...with MY opinions...feel free to drive on through.
We talk about 'paranormal' things..about alien encounters, alien body snatching, alien this and that..and we talk about ghosts, demons, bigfeet..any thing that has that 'stuff it in a box marked weird' feel to it. It follows a lot of us around.
We come here because it follows us around and no one 'out there' has the answers so we look for those who at least seem to understand where we come from and don't want to feed us psych drugs.
We don't know where to put 'God' things..or angel things because they seem to fit a bit higher on that scale...and it seems really irreverent to stuff them in that weird box. I'm pretty sure no one would mind though..it's us...what we're trained to feel or conceive. We're taught from an early age to be 'normal' to fit in our own normal niche...to NOT think outside the box. Or in some cases...never to open the box. So when whomever decides it...decides to come knocking on our door..we have all of these taboos and hesitations and skeptic logic...to wade through along with feelings of guilt just for entertaining thoughts we were not at birth..taught to think.
I had a confusing child hood...but that might have turned out to be a good thing for me. Very self absorbed parents wrangling with a dysfunctional marriage..older sisters plotting their own escapes into early marriage and childbirth (anything to get away from the constant fighting). Me the baby....spoiled for a few years then dumped on the shoulders of babysitters who would definitely not fit a nanny classification but who worked cheaply enough to fit the bill. I had LOTS of alone time..I'm surprised I lived. I had a small turtle once..bought at a local fair..had a little bowl with colorful rocks. Turtle had long since escaped or died (they always lied about stuff like that) but the rocks remained. I swallowed em.. (they were pretty). No doubt full of colorful turtle salmonella..like I said.
The stories in my head..wow. I had f fantasy world under the house filled with gorgeous gemstones and colorful glory. I never populated with people though and I wonder about that. I wrote a story in the fourth grade about a magical horse that was so good the teacher called my father in saying it couldn't be my story I had to have swiped it from somewhere because in all other subjects I was well...dense (un-enthused might be a better word). The father figure did back me up on that but it wasn't because he knew I could write or think..it was because NO ONE had better defame HIS family (him)..period. He was like that. All Texan pride and arrogance messed up with bull headed Taurus stubbornness as was my mother. They found their peace in the bottles of booze that wound their tempers so tight they almost destroyed one another.
Anyway...all of these stories...all mine. Then the intruder in my room...the buzzing noise of an insect in my ear and me screaming through the house that there was a bug in my ear. No bug..but buzzing there after.
God walked in. In those days...the only concept I had of the 'other worldly' was God. My mother taught me about him..we went to Easter services all dressed up, and I might have gotten the impression that God was 'magical'..from her.
After she left my father would plunk me in Sunday school but Jesus never quite had the magic weight in my mind that God did.
It never once failed..when they would start fighting...and these were legendary fights with objects taking flight in all directions...someone would show up..snatch me up and remove me from the chaos. A sisters old boyfriend dropped by and took me outside to share an eclipse, sitting on his knee and feeling safe. The other sister's husband coming by and hauling me off to the movies barefoot to watch the Blob. Someone always came. Coincidence? I never have believed in them.
I have always had that protection. About the same age, out playing I backed into a big rock that curved like a lion's paw...cool and shady on a hot day and of course a snake found it that way too. A rattling behind me, one terrified glance at an enormous rattle snake and I was on the outside away from it..heart racing...I moved THAT fast??
Point is..if I even have one....God became very magical to me. He was my only reference to the occurrence of the impossible. Of course I developed a discourse with him..chatted constantly ..had no one else. So very comfortably I included him in on my daily activities. He wasn't exactly holy he was my not so imaginary friend. I'm explaining why I may not always seem reverent when talking about him. God's my pal...mentor...deliverer from all. So what about the 'bug' in my ear and the constant buzz??? I never ever thought about that until many years later. I think things were starting to blend then and when 'odd' things began to happen later they didn't scare me as much as they could have. I guess..I was prepared for it.
We talk about 'paranormal' things..about alien encounters, alien body snatching, alien this and that..and we talk about ghosts, demons, bigfeet..any thing that has that 'stuff it in a box marked weird' feel to it. It follows a lot of us around.
We come here because it follows us around and no one 'out there' has the answers so we look for those who at least seem to understand where we come from and don't want to feed us psych drugs.
We don't know where to put 'God' things..or angel things because they seem to fit a bit higher on that scale...and it seems really irreverent to stuff them in that weird box. I'm pretty sure no one would mind though..it's us...what we're trained to feel or conceive. We're taught from an early age to be 'normal' to fit in our own normal niche...to NOT think outside the box. Or in some cases...never to open the box. So when whomever decides it...decides to come knocking on our door..we have all of these taboos and hesitations and skeptic logic...to wade through along with feelings of guilt just for entertaining thoughts we were not at birth..taught to think.
I had a confusing child hood...but that might have turned out to be a good thing for me. Very self absorbed parents wrangling with a dysfunctional marriage..older sisters plotting their own escapes into early marriage and childbirth (anything to get away from the constant fighting). Me the baby....spoiled for a few years then dumped on the shoulders of babysitters who would definitely not fit a nanny classification but who worked cheaply enough to fit the bill. I had LOTS of alone time..I'm surprised I lived. I had a small turtle once..bought at a local fair..had a little bowl with colorful rocks. Turtle had long since escaped or died (they always lied about stuff like that) but the rocks remained. I swallowed em.. (they were pretty). No doubt full of colorful turtle salmonella..like I said.
The stories in my head..wow. I had f fantasy world under the house filled with gorgeous gemstones and colorful glory. I never populated with people though and I wonder about that. I wrote a story in the fourth grade about a magical horse that was so good the teacher called my father in saying it couldn't be my story I had to have swiped it from somewhere because in all other subjects I was well...dense (un-enthused might be a better word). The father figure did back me up on that but it wasn't because he knew I could write or think..it was because NO ONE had better defame HIS family (him)..period. He was like that. All Texan pride and arrogance messed up with bull headed Taurus stubbornness as was my mother. They found their peace in the bottles of booze that wound their tempers so tight they almost destroyed one another.
Anyway...all of these stories...all mine. Then the intruder in my room...the buzzing noise of an insect in my ear and me screaming through the house that there was a bug in my ear. No bug..but buzzing there after.
God walked in. In those days...the only concept I had of the 'other worldly' was God. My mother taught me about him..we went to Easter services all dressed up, and I might have gotten the impression that God was 'magical'..from her.
After she left my father would plunk me in Sunday school but Jesus never quite had the magic weight in my mind that God did.
It never once failed..when they would start fighting...and these were legendary fights with objects taking flight in all directions...someone would show up..snatch me up and remove me from the chaos. A sisters old boyfriend dropped by and took me outside to share an eclipse, sitting on his knee and feeling safe. The other sister's husband coming by and hauling me off to the movies barefoot to watch the Blob. Someone always came. Coincidence? I never have believed in them.
I have always had that protection. About the same age, out playing I backed into a big rock that curved like a lion's paw...cool and shady on a hot day and of course a snake found it that way too. A rattling behind me, one terrified glance at an enormous rattle snake and I was on the outside away from it..heart racing...I moved THAT fast??
Point is..if I even have one....God became very magical to me. He was my only reference to the occurrence of the impossible. Of course I developed a discourse with him..chatted constantly ..had no one else. So very comfortably I included him in on my daily activities. He wasn't exactly holy he was my not so imaginary friend. I'm explaining why I may not always seem reverent when talking about him. God's my pal...mentor...deliverer from all. So what about the 'bug' in my ear and the constant buzz??? I never ever thought about that until many years later. I think things were starting to blend then and when 'odd' things began to happen later they didn't scare me as much as they could have. I guess..I was prepared for it.